Though thou be cast out upon tainted waters
seek not the wickedness of thy brother.
Know the innocents of the lamb laid before the altar
then cry not! less ye’ to will be slaughtered.
Will this weltering heart know of no loving dreams
then pluck the eye from the naked skull of a child unseen.
Hear the cries in the lost thoughts of our fathers before
then reap the anguish in darkness now closing it’s door.
What of these sicken minds from those lost wasting souls
speak not of cold hollows of our brethren hiding in the folds.
Couple the breast of the harlot! if it be thy last will
want not more! before your death be revealed.